The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Like every big villain comes standard, the clown also has his own instinct for danger.

At that second, a chill suddenly flew up his spine, and the clown staggered back—it was this moment that saved his fate of being impaled on the shoulder.

With a loud bang, the door of the warehouse was torn open by Mephisto.

Blood slowly seeped into the clown's purple suit. He looked at the violently dismantled steel product in disbelief, half angry, half excited, and a scream was torn from his throat.

"Fire!"

When the clown jumped onto the container and started shooting recklessly with a heavy machine gun, Mephisto also attacked the huge warehouse head-on with heavy firepower.

This is the trump card of the clown's operation. There are hundreds of people standing here wearing the same clown mask and machine guns. Everyone is loyal to him, like a group of obedient puppets with only flesh and blood left.

Mephisto, on the other hand, is like a brave leopard, without flinching. The bright red ribbon rises from the depths of her body, extending and increasing indefinitely, forming a dense and dense net, which perfectly blocks every exchange of fire.

When she rushed to the first batch of clown masks, her ribbon immediately wrapped around their hands and feet and took root, causing them to let out high-pitched screams.

At the same time, Ken stepped in through the window on the second floor of the warehouse without a sound, held the beam with one hand, and slowly lowered his body along the strength of his arm.

The Killer is slower and more frightening than Mephisto.He walked behind a lone clown mask, and while tightly covering his mouth, a sharp knife pierced through his shoulder blade.

With this knife, the man straightened up like a dying fish, and then slowly collapsed to the ground.

Ken: *silently drags away*

Soon, he found another target and repeated the same trick.Mephisto is attacking with firepower from the front, while Ken is secretly cooperating with stealing the house from behind.

In the confusion and blood, the two Sisleys secretly looked at each other.

"Damn it...Damn it!" The clown growled, "What are you holding back? Kill her!"

As long as there is blood, Mephisto's ribbon can grow without restriction, and in the eyes of others, it is naturally no different from a nightmare.

In such cases, humans see only her worm-hive ribbons, her eyes out of the human category.

Fear is an ancient instinct, it flows in the blood of human beings, and within a certain range it will be immediately stimulated, forming a set of indestructible reactions.

As long as one line of defense freezes, and one line of defense wants to turn around and run, the group of thugs wearing clown masks will immediately collapse, exposing the clown himself at the center.

Mephisto had already made him bleed, and if he dared to try to escape, even if she let the clown run 49 meters, she could still pin him to the ground.

That must have been a very wonderful picture.

At the same time that Ken's sharp knife pierced the flesh silently again, the ribbon on Mephisto's body suddenly exploded, penetrated into the bodies of these thugs, and threw them high towards the warehouse ceiling.

The screams pierced through the ceiling, piercing through the night.

Discovering the efficiency of this method, Mephisto threw another group of thugs, smashing the firing phalanx so that one almost knocked the clown off the stand.

"Just for a woman? Just for a woman!!" Mephisto could hear his furious roar from far away. The clown's real anger was like the deadly poison spilled on the floor, making all listeners shudder. vertical.

She pretended not to hear, and found a gap again, inserted a spare ribbon into the mob's body, and sucked it.The other party screamed and fell to his knees, was thrown up by her, and thrown back into the group of thugs.

Mephisto licked the corner of his lips in satisfaction at the vicious content in the blood.

She could taste in the sweet taste of blood who had taken a life and who hadn't.

The people under the clown's hands are absolutely murderous, even if she is not qualified to judge others, she can retaliate with retaliation, an eye for an eye.

Mephisto: Defeat magic with magic!

—I didn't kill anyone, Dad won't let me get out of Gotham.

Both Sisleys are deluding themselves.

With Mephisto absolutely attracting attention, Ken's actions became more and more convenient. His palm was like a ruthless iron hand, and the knife was invariably like slaughtering a piggy. From starting to dragging away, there was no sound at all. issue.

So it took a long time for both the Joker and the thugs up front to realize it when the rear fire was starting to wear off.

In the back of the warehouse, the bodies of unknown life and death have been piled up into a high hill.

After Ken completed the task, he began to stand in the shadows to wait. When he got a little bored, he poked his head out again and peeked with half of his face behind the wall.

One of the thugs glanced casually back as he was reloading.

He suddenly felt that something was not quite right, so the thug turned back and looked carefully.

This glance made him yell unconsciously in fright.

In the corner, a ghostly white mask silently gazed at the battlefield, staring at him.Its pores were empty, like a cold snowfield, and he felt a desperate, needle-like shudder as he was watched.

It knows who I am.

It's coming to me.

It's going to kill me.

Less than a second later, the thug started shooting crazily towards the corner, stray bullets and muzzles were hitting his teammate hard, and the clown shot him neatly.

The bullets exploded, blood spattered, headless corpses and torn masks rolled down.

Mephisto: —— Area D

Ken: -?

He poked his head out.

Ken: - Area D

After the thugs had only a few dozen people left, and Mephisto could no longer be forced to defend with all his strength, the clown also realized that the situation was not good, so he jumped off the high platform and mixed into the crowd.

Most of the ribbons, after not having to pack airtight to protect her, rushed to the mob and feasted on it.

Maybe it's because in Arkham, she hangs the clown up to suck it every now and then. Although Mephisto is willing to drink these relatively ordinary blood, she doesn't have the urge and desire to face delicious food. .

This was a good way to keep her awake.

The ribbon simply wrapped around the ankles and arms of the remaining unlucky ones. After sucking the blood out of their bodies, Mephisto threw them sideways and knocked down the remaining thugs who were still standing.

The people on the ground were still writhing and struggling, the ribbon came crashing down, as if drinking a whole row of AD calcium milk, Mephisto drank them all at once, happily shaking the ribbon, walked to the corner where Ken was hiding.

"Do you know where the clown is?" she asked.

—I am following.Ken touched her hand.

The piles of bodies scattered across the concrete floor in the warehouse are Mephisto's masterpieces, and the mountains of bodies piled high in the small room are works of art by Ken.

Both were successful.

After sharing their thoughts, Mephisto poked a ribbon into the drain of the warehouse, patiently wrestling with the prey that wanted to escape, while Ken walked to the middle of the warehouse and cleared out an open space with beams.

The moonlight fell through the broken skylight, illuminating the bloody world and part of his mask.

The tall man with the sharp knife in his hand looked hollow, calm and creepy in such light.

The clown was quickly dragged up, semi-conscious, with limp arms.

With his suit ripped, Mephisto dragged him across the trickling river of blood on the concrete floor and threw him to Ken.

Slowly, the murderer hung him up with a hemp rope.

The pain caused the clown to open his eyes and hiss.

"Are you taking revenge? For that little girl?" He coughed and asked vaguely, angry and puzzled, "I thought the time we spent was meaningful...Why are you so serious?"

Mephisto looked at him, slowly showing a non-killing smile.

The clown stared at her blankly for a while.

"Ah, I see."

He whispered, "She's really important, isn't she?"

This smile made Gotham's red ribbon look more crowded again, and the anger in the clown's heart suddenly subsided, and he stared at the rare appearance of the beast until the pain hit.

A tall man in a mask picks up thin slices of meat with a sharp knife and puts them on a tray; the clown screams and bounces, and the hemp rope binds him more and more to death.

Blood and sweat dripped from his forehead together, and Mephisto's red ribbon slipped through his wound before the clown could react.

"You...you...you're a machine..." The Joker gritted his teeth hard, staring into Ken's empty blue-gray eyes, "It's so interesting...how did Gotham have you like this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ken raised his sword again.

If Sisley herself was hurt by the clown, the rest of Sisley would take revenge in the same way.

When Batman smashed the window glass and broke into the warehouse, he saw the creepy scene under the moonlight.

A man who looked like a blood gourd was hanging from the beam. Ken and Red Ribbon stood on both sides, and they didn't react when they saw him come in.Ken—the tall man was full of menace just standing there, his hands and knife were already stained red with blood, tick-tock rolling down his hands.

The red ribbon was crazier than him. Her whole body was covered with blood splatters, as if she had just returned from a carnival feast, her scarlet eyes were turning wildly.

The big trouble he imagined seems to have been solved by these two people, and now the big trouble has become these two.

Batman stood on the second floor, tensing all his muscles, and clenched his bat dart in his fist, secretly guarding against it.

Yet Ken took a step back.

Red Ribbon also took a step back.

Only the blood gourd, whose life and death were unknown, was left in the open space, as if waiting for Batman's acceptance.

A sudden flash of inspiration came to Batman's mind.

"You know who I am." He said quietly.

Ken stood in the shadows, as if in acquiescence.

"That's the Joker." Batman asked.

Ken nodded slightly this time.Batman thought he had seen a lot of darkness, but he still felt that Ken was unfathomably dangerous.

People born from darkness have distorted love.

Ken behaved like a loyal knight in front of Sisley, but a tamed evil spirit in the night.

Batman doesn't want such a person to come into contact with his precious daughter, but Sisley can't do without him.

On the one hand, Batman had a hard time in his heart, and on the other hand, he looked at the red ribbon under the moonlight.

At this moment, countless clues were connected in his mind, and Batman suddenly realized why the red ribbon stared at the surveillance probe when it appeared, and why he let him go unexpectedly.

Compared with Ken's calm infatuation and lingering, she is more like a big cat that is wet by the rain and at a loss.

"You're her friend too, aren't you?"

Batman didn't know what kind of mood he was holding to ask this sentence.

His eyes suddenly calmed down when he saw the red ribbon.

The crooked ribbons rose from her back, and Batman took a step back subconsciously, but those ribbons did not attack anyone, but formed a line of words crookedly.

—Please allow me to see her.

Under his stare, Red Ribbon lowered her head slightly and bowed strangely.